Choir Vandals - An Honest Conversation | Текст песни

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I fell down the stairs. Tripped over carpet that's no longer there. Into a hallway of nameless faces. It's tasteless, but I just need to feel alive.
Oh my, all my friends are going to lose their minds tonight.

Can I just lay here so I can sink into disorder? It's about time.
Can I just stay here changing reflections in the mirror?

I clawed up the stairs, fucked up the hardwood with my fingernails.
All I need to believe is indeed there's relief for these feelings somewhere in sight.
Oh my, I've gone and lost my mind tonight.

It's not my bed but for tonight it ought to get me through.
An honest conversation with myself is about to ensue.
I feel the skin stuck to my bones starting to come unglued.
Blood pressure's rising, and my veins are starting to protrude.
Is that the panic setting in? Where do I begin?
I can't explain every thought, every touch, every sound that this house has made.
Open the window. I need air, because I'm losing it. Wait, can you close it? Because I'm liable to jump.